A Mouse in My Bed

I woke up to one this morning, courtesy of my lovely cat, Oscar. He jumed on the bed just as A. and I were waking up, carrying a dead, grey, baby mouse in his mouth, which he dropped at my feet.

At first, I thought it was a toy, but soon realized this was the real thing. Don't know where Oscar discovered this tiny vermin, or when he administered that final, lethal blow. But, the body was still warm and flexible when I scooped it up and threw it in the body bag.

Oscar just laid on the bed in a total state of bliss, proud of his morning acheivement.

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